Be brave

       "Lough, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
       Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
       Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
       Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
       Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.
       Frolick, even when you are made fun of.
       Kiss, even when others are watching.
       Sleep, even when you are afraid of what the dreams might bring.
       Run, even when you feel you can't run anymore.
       And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience - you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened then you ever were before it started."


            Alysha Speer
     

Inspiration

       Inspiration, inspiration, where're you hiding girl?
       Has anyone seen my girl? Tell'er to come home, please.

       I don't know what's happening, but for a while now I haven't been able to write as I used to. I mean... where are my metaphors? Babies.....come home! Miss ya.

       I miss my style. I miss my fancy words with double faced meanings. Instead, all that comes out of my pen are plain dead simple letters. I mean... A cat could guess easier what's it all about. Anyone can write like that.
       No. I refuse to be mediocre. I'd rather not write at all and keep it to myself than write silly things.
       I strive to greatness. I can do better. So I'll just sit tight and wait for my girl to come home. I need you, amore. Please, come soon. I've got so much to say and the words are just incarcerated in my head and won't come out unless in a magnificent way.
     
       I want the readers to get chills when they read me. To make them think, to touch them, to change them and shape them. I need my words to impress them and stirr them up inside. I need that.

      So who has seen my girl and my babies, tell'em I'm waiting.

Not a Love Story

If I ever wanted to write a book, well, now it's the perfect time. The events in my life are....disgustingly hilarious. Maybe I shall start writing the first chapter.


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